Date a Live:This is not the date I wanted! Chapter 47 47: Preparations for Tenou Festival

At that mont, Raizen High School was overflowing with an atmosphere as lively as a festival.

No, to be more precise, they were preparing for a festival.

Tenou Festival was a large-scale celebration jointly hosted by ten high schools in Tengu City.

So these days, everyone was busy making preparations for their booths.

Class 2-3, where Yutsuki was, and Class 2-4, where Shido was, had planned a booth together, intending to open a maid café.

Ordinarily, although Tenou Festival was large in scale, it was still only a high school cultural festival. It might look free and casual on the surface, but in reality there were all kinds of restrictions. Anything judged to be "not appropriate for students to do" would not receive approval.

Originally, the standard for "serving custors" was quite ambiguous. But apparently, the trio of Ai, Mai, and Mii from Class 4 cleverly used psychology.

First, they submitted an impossible application A: a night club.

Then, after being thoroughly berated, they submitted application B: a maid café.

The reviewer had a mont of, "Well, this is much more normal than the last one," and on so kind of divine impulse, stamped the approval seal.

Those three really did use their intelligence in the most pointless way possible. Yutsuki thought with complete speechlessness.

At this mont, Yutsuki was in her classroom, sewing the costus for the cultural festival event.

"Ahh…"

Then, halfway through her sigh, her mouth was suddenly covered by a small hand.

"No good! Absolutely not, my comrade. If you open your mouth at a ti like this, the dark blessing I've cast on you will be destroyed by the heavenly angels!"

"Proverb. Sighing makes your luck run away."

At so point, the Yamai sisters had already appeared in front of her, each carrying a bag of materials they had bought from the supermarket.

"Can I not sigh…"

After Kaguya removed her hand from Yutsuki's mouth, Yutsuki coughed a little embarrassedly. Then she smiled bitterly and held up the nearly finished fabric in her hands.

"Why do I have to be the only one responsible for everyone's uniforms!"

However, her best friends did not respond to her complaint with understanding. Instead, they stared at the garnt in Yutsuki's hands with curious eyes and reached out to touch and feel it.

"Oooh, as expected of my comrade, this is actually pretty good!"

"Astonishing. It has the kind of technique that could be sold in a store."

"You two… get over there and help with the decorations already!!"

Rubbing her forehead in pain, Yutsuki stood up and pushed them toward the area where the decorations were being arranged.

"Honestly…"

Muttering to herself about her poor choice in friends, Yutsuki picked up the materials in her hands and, comparing them to each person's data, continued working.

Selecting the fabric, cutting, matching, sewing—the dexterous fingers carried out the whole sequence with perfect rhythm. There was not a single pause in the process. It flowed naturally and smoothly, with machine-like precision, elegant and pleasing to the eye like a master pianist performing a piece.

To be honest, the classmates who had originally been helping Yutsuki with the sewing were all unknowingly stunned by her speed and ended up stopping their own work, so they were simply reassigned to other tasks.

After all, Yutsuki's efficiency was as good as ten people.

"Things like uniforms, why not just have them custom-made at a clothing store?"

"No… custom orders are too expensive, and the allocated budget isn't enough!"

Just as Yutsuki was muttering in dissatisfaction, a voice suddenly rang out before her.

Standing in front of her was a girl. She had long light-blue hair, light chestnut eyes, and a stature neither tall nor short, and she was currently holding a notebook for records.

"Yo, Princess Bamboo. Need sothing?"

"I am the class representative!" the girl's cheeks turned faintly red, but she still answered firmly.

Saoto Natsutake, the class representative of Class 2-3.

Although Yutsuki did not really understand why soone so obviously shy and timid would want to be class representative, this class rep was quite responsible toward the newly transferred Yamai sisters and herself. She helped them tour the school and such, so she had been quite helpful.

"Princess Bamboo~ where should this signboard be moved?"

"Just put it in front of Class 4. Aiya and the others will handle the decoration. Also, I am the class representative."

By the way, because of her na and her elegant, old-fashioned aura, soone in the class had once on a whim called her "Princess Bamboo." Then, because the embarrassed way she reacted was so adorable and never got old, everyone just kept calling her that.

And soon Yutsuki had also naturally gone along with it.

"I… was just checking the progress of the costu-making. By the way… aren't you going to take a break?"

Looking at Yutsuki, who was talking to her while not the slightest bit slowing down her sewing work, Natsutake was getting slightly spooked.

"No need, no need. I've already morized the workflow of this kind of job with my body. Even sewing with my eyes closed would be fine. I expect to finish by this afternoon."

"R-Really?" Natsutake wiped sweat from her forehead and said, "Co to think of it, Ryougi-san, you're really good at sewing clothes!"

"Mm… when I used to live alone, it felt wasteful to throw clothes away just because they were torn. So I learned to nd them myself, and after doing it often enough, I got fluent at it."

Actually, the main reason was that she had spent all her money on gas, ani, and rchandise, leaving no spare cash to buy clothes—so she trained herself.

"Incredible…" For so reason, Natsutake looked at Yutsuki with envy. "When I used to work part-ti at a clothing store, I completely couldn't do things like altering seams or fixing edges."

By the way, Class Rep, I already confird your progress, so why do you look like you have no intention of leaving at all?

"Co to think of it, Ryougi-san. I have sothing I want to ask you, if that's okay?"

Saying that, Saoto Natsutake's cheeks flushed slightly red as she asked with curious eyes.

"Go ahead and say it, Princess Bamboo."

"I am the class representative!" After reflexively correcting her again, Natsutake asked a little nervously, "Why… do you wear the boys' school uniform to school?"

At that mont, even if Natsutake herself did not notice it, Yutsuki clearly felt that the mont those words were spoken, the boys around them beca much quieter, and even the girls secretly turned curious eyes toward them.

Well, let explain. Yutsuki was wearing Raizen High School's boys' sumr uniform: a simple white shirt with gray trousers.

Honestly… what a waste of resources.

Didn't they know that beneath a beautiful girl's skirt lie the dreams of n?!(╯#‵□′)╯︵┴─┴

Of course, that was only the radio signal Yutsuki was receiving from the surrounding n. Natsutake was only asking out of pure curiosity.

"Mm… it's just that skirts feel a little unsafe. Besides, the school rules only say that students must wear the school uniform on campus; they never said girls must wear the girls' version."

With a small laugh, Yutsuki set down the work in her hands, used her finger to lift Natsutake's chin, and looked at her affectionately with a magnetic voice.

"What's wrong? Does it not look good?"

"N-No! It suits you very well! You look really cool, I-I-I… right! The supplies haven't been purchased yet, so I'm going to the shopping street!" In an instant, Natsutake's face erupted in a huge cloud of steam, and without another word she lowered her head, turned around, and quickly ran off.

By the way, don't be fooled by how the class rep looks—she had trained before. Her genuine leg techniques had even earned praise from Origami, who had plenty of combat experience.

Five burly thugs once tried to corner Natsutake, only to end up clutching their groins and collapsing to the ground.

It was said that a boy who had impulsively tried to play the hero at the ti was so frightened he peed himself on the spot.

So even if she went shopping alone, the n present could not shalessly demand to escort her.

Well… after teasing Princess Bamboo like that as the reward for answering a question, Yutsuki shrugged with a "thank you for the al" expression.

Then Yutsuki continued her sewing, and slowly a nostalgic expression appeared in her eyes.

A few nights ago, Shido's plan to court the "Diva" had, one could say, completely failed.

Not only had his affection level failed to rise, but Shido had even fallen in the Spirit's eyes to the point where he was lower than a cockroach in a sewer.

Of course, it was not that Shido had done anything outrageous. He had only followed Fraxinus's instructions and praised the other side's singing a little.

If AST had not suddenly rushed in at that mont, Shido would have long since ascended to paradise.

(What exactly happened?)

Yutsuki frowned slightly. She was extrely frustrated that Shido had almost died while she could only watch from the side.

(The Diva had no prior contact with Shido, so personal grievance can be ruled out. That ans there must be so special reason Shido triggered the other side's rejection.)

Yutsuki began analyzing the intelligence with a rational mindset, searching for the answer.

(However, when AST appeared, the Diva's affection level imdiately recovered.)

Maybe in the Spirit's eyes, Shido had nothing, while AST had sothing. Or maybe Shido had sothing, while AST lacked sothing.

Realizer device? No. Spiritual power? No…

Yutsuki fell into thought. One by one, possibilities were raised and then eliminated. After repeatedly failing to arrive at an answer, she could not help but grow restless.

Huh? Why did it get so quiet?

Yutsuki suddenly ca back to reality.

Because she was a Spirit, even high-difficulty skills did not need to worry about being limited by physical weakness, so while she had been lost in thought, Yutsuki had unknowingly gone all out. She had finished sewing all the uniforms.

Uh… I accidentally overdid it.

"…That should do it!"

Touching her head, Yutsuki looked a little embarrassedly at the stunned people around her.

"…Oooohhhh!"

Fortunately, everyone only responded with enthusiastic applause.

"So amazing! Ryougi-san's movents were so fast I could see afterimages."

"Is it my imagination? It feels like I'm seeing Yutsuki with three heads and six arms!"

"Hmph-hmph~ Tremble in fear, you peasants! My comrade is the Asura of Hell!"

"Don't use such a sha-play kind of title!"

"Denied. The one with three heads and six arms is Nezha!"

"What's the point of denying that, Yuzuru!"